stay up too late. September 12, 2007

For no particular reason at all, thinking about nothing in particular. I started this blog to articulate my thoughts, just to get them out and down somewhere. It’s not been working out so well, I always end up typing about things that don’t really matter and aren’t important. That’s for a reason, though; the things that DO matter to me are things I don’t necessarily want to eloquate (not a word, though it should be). Maybe I’m too scared of myself? And the things I think? But I don’t see that changing anytime soon.

Oh well. ‘Til next time.

procrastination peak. September 10, 2007

I suck at life. Every moment of every day, I say to myself “Ok! I’m gonna start this early! And then I’ll have time to sleep!”, and every project I get, I throw my resolutions out the window lol. It’s SO BAD.

I got assigned this project I’m completely stoked about, for my Graphic Designer as Image Maker class, it’s a semester-long assignment that consists of creating 30 completely original pieces of whatever you want, whatever style you want, whatever materials and dimensions you want, related or unrelated to each other, that all fit your idea of The Road Less Travelled. Okay it seems fine, it’s just that I have this terrible problem which makes me incapable of translating the amazing graphic visions I have onto paper. Most people with this untalent would drop out of art school, or never attend in the first place. But no, I make things difficult on myself, I feel like I have to prove something. My character is so freaking annoying.

I had this awesome idea that hit me just today, to basically derive my inspiration from my favorite band’s songs, and “dedicate” (I hate that word) a piece to every different song of theirs I love. Not overtly, not obviously, but basically try to portray the mood of the song, or what it makes me feel like, what it means to me. Which completely makes sense for me, because the lead singer (Justin Pierre, the band being Motion City Soundtrack) writes lyrics that are exactly my thoughts, just millions of times more eloquent than I could ever have written. So through association, the songs are me, and therefore the book should be about the songs. Tonight’s choice was Resolution, some key phrases to my vision were “I like the universe, but she messes with my words”; “She refuses to speak and I’m drifting asleep at the wheel”; “So let’s give it up for the New Year.” And I had this representation of indifference, drifting asleep at the wheel taken as veering of the road and not caring, being indifferent to the future (as in The New Year) etc. And I just absolutely cannot create this masterpiece of an image that was in my mind.

Hence my frustration and utter lack of enthusiasm for art right now. Fuck art! I’m lying though. I just wish I could DO this.

Okay, wallowing in my own self deprecation over. On to my work.

recalled to life. September 10, 2007

Let’s see . . . I dyed my hair black today (and adding bits of blue this week), designed the tattoo I’m getting, got rid of old friends that should’ve been gone eons ago, and now I’m starting a blog. I feel so accomplished this week.

It’s definitely time for change. Lots of change. Fun stuff. I can’t wait to LiVE.

Disclaimer: I should warn you, I’m not all that interesting. If you’re lookin for slap-your-knee comedy, desert-dry sarcasm, or years-of-experience, intelligent wit, you won’t find it here. At best, I’m mildly humorous, somewhat witty, and ever the cynic.

There you have it, folks. Wish me luck.